Tag Archives: THE DIARY OF LUZ CORAZZINI

Nothing can be more overwhelming for self-image and self-esteem than a lousy love life—something I quickly learned after an abrupt break up. Unhappiness is very destructive and I began developing a series of quirks and tics For example, I draped … Continue reading →

My mother had a knack for collecting unusual acquaintances. One such acquaintances was an English Lord who’d fallen madly in love with her while in Texas buying mustangs for his stables. Bertie, as she called him, insisted that we visit … Continue reading →

It was our first night together in the big room with a little bed on via Garibaldi. Nick Cave and the Seeds provided the background music. Hugh found it all so poetic but, to tell the truth, Nick kinda unsettles … Continue reading →

Even though the fan was going full blast, I was suffocating. It was a night in June of 1963 and I was in Jackson visiting my friend Eudora. There’d been much tension in town due to the demonstrations. Nerves were … Continue reading →

It was the fall of 1884 and I was in Amherst watching the leaves fall to the ground. The maple trees were dripping red and yellow foliage. In awe, I signed up for a watercolor class with the intent of … Continue reading →

One should count each day a separate life. Seneca A short story is a work of fiction limited in length and meant to be read in just one sitting. It is based on a plot, that is, a series of … Continue reading →

My friend Carlotta had been committed because, said the doctors, she suffered from hysteria. That’s why one August morning in 1904 I went to the Burgholzli Psychiatric Hospital loaded with drawing supplies. Carlotta was a wonderful artist and I felt … Continue reading →